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bookoo bucks - nasty c, lil gotit & lil keed lyrics

[intro]
(atl jacob, atl jacob)

[chorus: nasty c]
bookoo bucks (yeah), foreign coupe rush (yeah)
do too much (yeah), shop too much (yeah)
i’m too up, i’m feelin’ a rush
haters on hush (yeah), wrists so slush
i’m too up, with two sl*ts (high)
i’m too up, give two f*cks (high)
up the pump, b*tch, what’s up? (high)
windows up , geeked as f*ck (high)

[post*chorus: nasty c]
shoot my shot, i’m hot just like i’m kobe (i’m hot, hot)
n*ggas steady talking like they know me (ooh woah, woah)
never did a d*mn thing that they told me (ooh woah, woah)
oh wee, oh wee

[verse 1: nasty c]
taking sh*t back to my old days, yeah
f*ckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
i can’t be caught out by no low stakes
when my name in their mouth like it’s colgate, yeah
i’ve been running this sh*t up with no brakes
n*gga, get in my way and it’s road rage, yeah
poles give that n*gga pole face, yeah
ghost give that n*gga ghost face, yeah
touch down atl, long flight straight out that jungle (jungle)
i walked outta customs and got to it, i don’t play about that hustle
you’ve got a bag, but this ain’t bag, yeah, this is a duffle
she got a ass, but she ain’t that bad, she gotta be humble (humble, humble, yeah)

[chorus: nasty c]
bookoo bucks (yeah), foreign coupe rush (yeah)
do too much (yeah), shop too much (yeah)
i’m too up, i’m feelin’ a rush
haters on hush (yeah), wrists so slush
i’m too up, with two sl*ts (high)
i’m too up, give two f*cks (high)
up the pump, b*tch, what’s up? (high)
windows up , geeked as f*ck (high)

[verse 2: lil gotit]
i’m in a big body, dior my sock body (big body)
shooters gon’ ride ’bout me (brrt, brrt)
tell me what’s your location (brrt)
mask up, no cases (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
penthouse, no babies
gucci down, yeah, i’m crazy
keep sticks, got glocks with a laser (keep sticks)
yeah, go hard for my people
i keep a weapon, it’s lethal
i’m runnin’ up bands like a cheetah (the bands)
cut off your thumb, we don’t beef through no message
.223 hit him, it came out his belly (doo*doo, doo*doo)
flooded my mouth with [?], looking edgy
smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
bet the maybach drive itself like a tesla (skrr, skrr)
steppin’ on sh*t, yeah, my footprint be leather (steppin’ on sh*t)
go cop a demon, i call it the devil (go cop a demon)
i keep some green on me, talking ’bout [?]

[chorus: nasty c]
bookoo bucks (yeah), foreign coupe rush (yeah)
do too much (yeah), shop too much (yeah)
i’m too up, i’m feelin’ a rush
haters on hush (yeah), wrists so slush
i’m too up, with two sl*ts (high)
i’m too up, give two f*cks (high)
up the pump, b*tch, what’s up? (high)
windows up , geeked as f*ck (high)

[verse 3: lil keed]
rock to a two*four, ain’t talkin’ kobe (two*four)
n*gga talkin’ out his neck, i don’t even know him
n*gga talkin’ fake ass, tell a n*gga to show me (let’s go)
spinnin’ on the block, man, lookin’ like [?]
black and white diamonds, andy griffiith, i ain’t [?]
told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
say hey, hey
went and put that cartier watch on my wrist
man, be nasty, we slime in a bentley
wishin’ to genies, my top off the ‘ghini
i came from the bottom, she came in bikinis (came from the bottom, yeah)
we blow the top off the opp in a minute (baow)
ya’ll n*ggas’ songs ain’t having no meanings (no meanings)
do that lil’ slime, chop it up like zucchini (chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
oh woah (chop, chop, chop, chop)

[chorus: nasty c & lil keed]
bookoo bucks (yeah), foreign coupe rush (yeah, yeah)
do too much (yeah), shop too much (we slatt, you digg?)
i’m too up, i’m feelin’ a rush (yeah, yeah)
haters on hush (yeah), wrists so slush (rainbow)
i’m too up, with two sl*ts (high)
i’m too up, give two f*cks (high)
up the pump, b*tch, what’s up? (high)
windows up , geeked as f*ck (high)

- nasty c lil gotit lil keed lyrics

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